Look at my eggs from page 29. (Not quite perfect as some egg white has marred one of the yolks although this is just an aesthetic defect and won't affect the taste.)
He didn't eat it. Just stirred it disconsolately with his spoon for while. Thousand yard stare.Luke made me a breakfast once which was basically like a big bowl of green slime with a boiled egg bobbing about in it. And I had to eat it with a hangover.